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Here i am sitting here thinking about being over there where I can sit and think about where there is for me to be without a care , but thats neither here or there .
You were always my strength
Now let me be yours
Holding your hand
Together we will stand
I know you are strong
We’ve fought this battle before
Let me show you the way
I am here to stay
I am here for you
Even if just to chat
Every day and every night
I am always in your sight
You have fought with me
Through more than life should give
Now it is time for me to brawl
And help you if you fall
You are not allowed to go nowhere
You must stay here with me
Let me be strong for you
I watched it shatter on the ground
Each shard lay silent in despair
The sound was dull, a deadened crack
Not loud and sharp, but flat and calm
I winced in tense anticipation
Waiting for a thunderous crash
Instead that crystal ball of beauty
Heaved its last exhausted breath
A puddle of assorted fragments
Looked up at me one more time
Not to question, scold, or judge me
Just to see my haggard face
To see my deadened eyes of granite
One last time before the end
And while I stood there grim and sallow
Even while it gasped and sighed
Starry Night
Swirls across the canvas
Waves in a great sea
White-topped peaks glistening
With golden rod stars
Melting into midnight blue
Each paint stroke
A reflection
An offering presented by the creative mind
Attaching to a point
Beyond the horizon
It cracks open a doorway
A sliver allowing me to perceive
Some unsensed signal
A Bluetooth connection
Ready to be paired
Thank God, let the praise
Overflow
From a simple table and a
Humble home
Hands all joined, every voice
In
Grace
Thank God, let our hearts
Give praise
Grateful every day
Hearts give praise
Dream every night
Let the sparks ignite
Breathing in the fire, chasing
Morning light
Hold your good friends close
Don't let'em go astray
We are building trust stronger
Every day
For laughter that echoes through
These walls
For quiet peace when the shadows fall
For every tear turned to joy,
You were there
if he was an architect like his dad
he thought, he would redesign his room
thicker walls to keep the loud voice out
a blueprint for how to uncurl his fists
a pencil tucked behind his little ear
instead of a gun tucked in his belt
he would construct a better husband
for his mother in her room.
if he was a coach like the adult
whose cruel words about his weight
weighed on him like medicine balls
he would only blow the whistle
when he needed to, and stop
to tie another child’s shoes
and let his kindness run
"
The well has not gone dry,
less frequented maybe
by both the drawers and
the occasional passersby.
The stones are loose;
between them, mortar dissolves-
by clement or contrary
weather on seasonal cue.
The vessel is parched
and longs for its lover
by pulley once lowered
its rope frayed with disuse.
.
for Homo sapiens sapiens,
whose love affair
with hate and violence
makes living evinced as utopian
an impossible mission,
when within a twenty four hour period
murder and mayhem run rampant
no longer shock the monkey
though being an innocent bystander
nevertheless, I experience
what feels like a sledgehammer
coming down hard and fast
on my head, and if religious
I would equate the following
words somehow linkedin to
the diabolical, which
satanic verse here far beyond
the realm of rational thinking
just attempted to cull
Do poets really mow
their own lawns?
I do.
The potential exists
I may not be a poet at all,
just a self-fooler at the handle end
of a Honda lawnmower
who keeps searching
for the greatness that’s escaped
him his entire life,
one of the mountains
of common men the good Lord
sees fit to torture.
I fear I’m but another rhymer
trying to copy the old timers,
hoping to grab greatness
by osmosis in my sleep,
and, indeed, I wake wiser, older.
In order to calm all the aches of the day
Entangled in webs wrought of chaos and strain
I sought out the paths of the trees and the dirt
A mending of soul; an escape from the hurt
The noise of the market, the pulse of the crowd
Environment born of the crass and the loud
They haggle all day over baubles and gold
Ignoring a world neither purchased nor sold
With dull softened echoes the roar slowly fades
Abandon mankind for the rivers and glades
The misty cool chill of an evergreen night
Emboldens my spirit; infuses delight